Wang San and Xia Tianchuan

In the blink of an eye, the New Year is over.The sound of firecrackers was incessant, but it couldn't cover up the folk rumors that the young master of the Qin family was about to be beheaded, and the red lanterns were hung all over, but they couldn't reflect the red. The young master redressed his grievances.

The white cloth on the street is flickering. It has been a long time since the new year, but it still looks like winter.

It's a coincidence that these hungry and cold people really resisted, but they had nothing to worry about.The emperor has suspended the sentence, and everyone still has three years to fight.

At this moment, people in Miandi are waiting. Since the Chinese New Year, every household has lit extravagant candles and is waiting for a troupe.

It was rumored that the troupe was led by two brothers, and it really came out of the Qin Mansion, and had gone to many places.The few households that can afford hot tea also cook tea picked from the mountains.People who want to do the same thing, even if they have never met, have become close.

The theater troupe arrived in the middle of the night, and as soon as they arrived, some people were breathing air-conditioning and rubbing their hands to set up the stage.

Pan Chang, the head of the village, took the few young and strong people to help, but was stopped by a man who looked honest. up there.Pan Chang thought that he had never seen a stage in his life, and his face was ashamed.The man immediately said that he needed help with something else, and he seemed more embarrassed than Chang Pan. The man asked, is there any Zhao family in the east?Then he said a few words in Pan Chang's ear.

As Pan Chang listened, his ears and eyes turned red, and he turned around.Those young and strong men who were standing said that they were not allowed to leave, so they went to move something with me.Several young and strong men were idle, asking what is it?

Pan Changdao, finally one of the Zhao family came back.

The noses of several people were flushed by the spring breeze, and they rubbed their hands together and were about to move.They glanced at one place and stopped for a while, seeing two people leaning on the tree trunk, chatting and laughing.For a while, several people had the illusion that the willow tree that had died a long time ago sprouted green shoots, surrounded by flowers intertwined and fragrant, and it was the first spring of Wanmu.

One of them noticed the gazes of several people, looked over and smiled, their faces flushed redder than the tips of their noses, and they pushed each other forward.

"Ah, are these the two brothers?"

"It doesn't look like it."

The one who said he didn't look the same was punched hard by a person next to him: "It's good to look good, and you have a lot of things to do."

The man smiled "hehe" and stopped talking.

The warmth of spring has just come.

Soon the neighbors came out with tea, and everyone on the other side of the stage came over with smiles, and some of the dressed ones were too beautiful to describe, and they brought tea and sipped it gracefully.Seeing that the honest man brought two bowls to the withered willow, one of them came over to meet him while he was talking, and the other walked aside, opened the curtain of the sedan chair, and said something inside. Just come down a handsome young man with his eyes closed, but unfortunately he has a flirtatious skin, so he can't be seen.

But as soon as the boy's foot hit the ground, there was a bang of drumming on the other side.All of a sudden, everyone looked at the other end together, and saw that at some point the stage had been set up, and the curtains were drawn back. In the middle of the night, a bright hall appeared in the quiet night, with fluorescent lights shining, and dozens of curtains. Candles were lit, and more candles were moved from the little room.

It's time to play.

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